The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-04-18

ed-there was no one to see her-ano
Miss Pophurst stopped quickly and
kissed the cheek on the pillow. But
the cheek was wet there was some.
thing blue around the neck, and Miss
Judith's black eyes shot piercingly un.
der the other cheek. GOOD land oil
our fathers! where did the child get
THAR" :,
The next few weeks were pretty dull
times. the boys thought. The DULLES
made several advances on the mas.
ter, and reiterated we'll scared TO their
place; Gallowses' white hair attempt
ed to come in crispy little yellow curls,
and was shipped back by Miss Judy's
scissors, and that was all. LOOK
here, boys" said Hal Phillips. at last,
"they'll be calling us spoonies, and
serve us right, il this thing goes on
much longer. tell you we've just got
to hang together in some move, and
LET the master have it when he can't
tell where it comes from. Do you say
agreed?" .,.
"Agreedl" went up a chorus. "Giye
lis q programme, that's all"
"Well, there's that old donkey oil
Deacon Bayberry's; what fine should
be found strayed into the masters
desk some morning, With the masters
cap on his head, and one OF those law
books he's always fooling with at in
PERMISSION, under his nose? How
would that do, just for feeler, you
know"
A shout rose up for an answer, and
Hal went on. "Shake hands thenl All
pull together. you know. and then no.
body is to blamel" and one by one
the bows marched up and gave Hal
hand. "Now. Gallowses You're the
last" but the wide trousers stood
motionless, and G'allowses shook his
close-cropped head. -,
"What! You're afraid Pshaw, we'll
tell Miss Judy we did it,"
mo you needn't" said Gallowses,
"but can't help you"
"What, you little sneak" said
Sam, bouncing on him and seizing him
by the collar. "You won't preach,
will your"
mo, won't preach, Sam Hebber'
ton, nor do anything else that's mean
l hope. Let 60 of my collar, please;
you've no right to it,
Twill YOU lend hand them"
Gallowses' head shook again. "Not
on the Donkey can't"
Coward coward! Gallowses is
coward" rose up the shout; and Sam
frightened his grip with a growl that
meant mischief, but sudden thought
struck Hal.
"Hold on" he said. Somebody's
got to open the school-room door for
us. What's the harm if Gallowses
slips through the ventilators and
down on the inside and just draws the
bolt OF that back door? There's no
other boy small enough, and what's
that to do with the donkey, or with
us?"
"Will you do it," asked Sam, with
athreatening pull, but Gallowses stood
firm.
81 can't, tell you. 1t wouldn't be
good or brave, and | can'tl"
at wouldn't, ehl" retorted Sam fu'
riously between his teeth; and it was
n dangerous moment for Miss Judy's
boy. But the bell rang again, and
Sam had found out that it wasn't best
to be late to his seat. "I'll settle
youl" he muttered, with a scowl that
glowered more and more fiercely
toward Gallowses' desk for the
rest OF the afternoon. "Pll thrash
YOU within an inch OF your life!"
Why shouldn't he? Wasn't he three
times as big as the coward Gallowses,
and hero OF the school into the. bar
gain9 -.
Two weeks passed and the curb.bit
OF the Elm Tree School still held
steady and strong; but outside winter
had been marching merrily on. till it
swept suddenly down one Friday night
and locked IN everything, Deacon
Bayberry's mill pond included, in walls
of Ice. And the next day was Satur.
day, with blue skies, air like wine, and
the ring OF the skates on that pond
starting the Deacon up to the liveliest
psalm-tune he knew. From Miss Pop
bursts kitchen window pair ofeager
brown eyes had watched every boy oil
the scnool scurrying past, and the
Jingle OF their skate-irons was like the
trumpet to warehouses; ears; but
what is q war-horse without bride or
spurs, and Gallowses had no skates!
And what fun was there in going to
look on? Miss Judith grew a little
nervous at last watching the little fig
ure with elbows on the table, and a
shorn head in its hands, porting oyer
a lesson for next week.
"Why don't voufellow the rest oil
the bows, wherever they are? The
Kitchens no place for a Saturday."
Miss Pophurst had turned the scale,
and once as.lr, the war-horse seemed
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